Her head hung down, her chin almost touching her chest, her long, dark hair framing her face, blocking her eyes for the most part. She kept it that way, as well as kept her eyes closed just in case whoever had knocked her out watched her. She needed to know where she was before they discovered she was awake. Then she would make them regret knocking her upside the head.
She had no idea who had attacked her in her office, only that they had to be a witch with great power. They had kept her from detecting them until they were right on top of her. She had lashed out with her power as soon as she felt their presence, but to no avail. Her magic went wide, scorching the walls and toppling over her shelves. The next thing she knew, something struck her in the back of the head just before darkness
